Stiles found himself still in the water. He looked around, now being able to see things clearly. But fish swam happily in the water, chasing after one another. He smiled to himself before he went into shock. He could breathe. Underwater. He didn't feel like he was breathing, but he was. His legs were still in contact. And his arms too. He was wearing a shirt and his boxers. He furrowed his brows as he began to swim around some. He saw different color coral and different type of fish everywhere. It seemed that he wasn't in the lake anymore..but the ocean. He tilted his head slightly as he saw what seemed a large fish swimming towards him. His eyes widened. 'Shark!' He thought once more. But it was smaller...And it didn't swim like one. It had a sort of..long dolphin tail..and..arms. Soon a face came into view as well. Dotted with little moles and freckles. Beautiful honey brown eyes. Topped off with a beautiful smile. It was clear that this was a women.
The women swam without the use of her arms really. Following behind her was a tail..a red scaled tail. Stiles squinted slightly to try and see if this was actually happening right now. If he was actually seeing what his eyes let him.
She stopped in front of Stiles, wavy long brown hair swishing and swooshing in the water as she let her tail swish slightly to keep her afloat. She smiled at Stiles, a warm and welcoming smile. She reached up and cupped Stiles cheek, the pad of her thumb rubbing against his cheek.
Stiles looked her over once then twice, his mind going spiral. A mermaid she was. A mermaid. In front of him. Before his very own eyes. And what was the strangest about this was that this women looked familiar. He felt that same gently touch before. He had seen that warm, king smile before. And her features. To her wavy brown hair, and the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, All the way down to her tail. He had felt that he had seen this women before. He just couldn't put his finger on it. That was until she spoke his name.
"Stiles." The women's voice was so gentle and soft. So..so..melodic. He was sure he had heard and seen this women before. He scrunched up his nose, eyes closing as he tried to concentrate on where he had seen this women. It made the women chuckle.
Stiles took a dive through his memories. His teen years through his preteens and finally to his childhood. When he wasn't involved in any of this supernatural things. Or so he thought anyway. Then finally it donged on him. At first he was shocked. Beyond shocked. He didn't know what to say. Or even do.
Stiles had played with this women all through out his life. She was his light when he was surrounded by darkness. She was the one who picked him up when he fell down. She always flashed that beautiful smile when Stiles would peck her cheek and chirp an 'I love you!'. This women was the one who stayed up late at night, telling him stories about how she use to rock her baby to sleep when he was very little and let him stay up at night to watch the first ever Batman made in history of Batman movies! This lady was the one who cuddled him to sleep after he awoke from a bad dream.
"Mama.." His voice cracked. If he wasn't underwater, You could definitely see that he was becoming teary eyed. He reached forward and wrapped his arms around her petite waist. He pulled her close, squeezing her tightly.
The women let out a small laugh as her eyes softened at the sight of Stiles at the moment. She was finally able to see her son after all of those years. She hugged Stiles back, murmuring 'I love you, Babyboy' in his ear over and over again.
The boy let out small choked sobs as he clung to his mother as if his life depended on it. He buried his head in her shoulder, trying not to get in the way of her gills that fluttered open slightly then shut on her neck. He was pretty sure that was what was helping her breathe underwater. He didn't want to block her airway.
"Stiles.." She cooed, stroking the boys hair as she pulled away slightly. "Stiles.." She murmured once more, kissing his forehead. She stroked his cheek once more, watching him with a loving expression.
Stiles listened as his mothers voice spoke his name. Slowly, as Stiles feared, The voice began to fade in and out. Until, eventually, he couldn't hear it any longer. For it wasn't Claudia's voice calling his name anymore.
"Stiles...Stiles..Stiles!" The teens name was echoing through his head causing him to stir on the hard ground. He groaned, feeling a hand grip at his jaw, shaking his head slightly. The voice was unfamiliar. It rang through Stiles' head over and over again. It was soft. Caring. It was a male of course.
"Wake up!" It was a whisper now. The echoing continuing on and on. It was a giggle. A girl this time. The girl had a squeaky voice. It was cute.
"I think he's smiling!" The girl squealed, giggling once more. At the same time the girl spoke, Stiles felt a tickling sensation in on his ear. Like someone was speaking in it.
It took Stiles a moment as he stirred on the ground, groaning. He slowly reached up, pressing his uninjured hand to his head where the headache was more intense.
"He's conscious again..Good." The male sighed.
Stiles took a minute before his eyes snapped open. He sat up a little too quickly and groaned loudly, covering his face with his arms. He was still wet. He had his clothes on, but they were damp. Apparently when he decided to put them on he was still wet.
"Wait.." Stiles said as he looked up quickly, head snapping from side to side in every direction. Nobody. Nothing. Nada. Those voices..who did they belong to? He slowly got to his feet, wobbling and swaying slightly. He caught himself before he fell on his ass and stood up straight after seeing that he redeemed himself. He could barely see anything since it night. He just hoped he didn't find himself falling into the lake.
His memory came flooding back. His eyes widened as he looked around once more, taking in his surroundings. He looked back at the water, staring long and hard. He muttered a small 'Holy shit' before he stumbled back slightly. He instantly looked down at his hand. Dried blood stained his hand, the cut visible. Did that seriously just happen? Shouldn't he be dead? Where was his mom? He felt like he was going to be sick.
How the hell did he even get dressed? His mind was racing with questions. His face was painted over with panic as his heart began to race. His breath hitched as he leaned down, grabbing his keys and his phone that he left near the lake right before he dived into it. His chest tightened. He felt as if the air was being sucked from his lungs. He turned on his feet, gripping the front of his shirt as he started off slowly to his jeep. It sort of felt like he was having a panic attack. But not quite.
Stiles felt dizzy. He stumbled to his jeep, fumbling with the door handle before he pulled it open. He climbed into his jeep, pushing back the fact that this was not a good time for him to be driving himself home. But who had he to call? Literally no one. Scott would always tell the others to purposely avoid the teen if he did the slightest little thing wrong. And of course, this was one of those situations.
The Stilinski hesitantly started up his car, hissing as another sheer shock of pain coursed through his head. Like fuck, hadn't he already been through enough lately? And how long had he been laying there on that ground? Not that long he guessed since he was still soaken.
"Ah, fuck." He grunted as he slammed his hands down on the steering wheel, letting his head loll back. His breathing was heavier now. He shifted in his seat, trying to stay focused on trying to get home. He took a moment to calm down before he began to drive. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove, swerving slightly. He was surprised that he didn't get pulled over when he almost drove off of the rode. It took him longer to get home than it would have if he were alright.
He bit his bottom lip as he parked his car in the front yard instead of the driveway. Well damn. He did a better job parking than he thought he would. He turned off the car and dropped his possessions on the floor as he stumbled through the house. His dad wasn't home..that was sort of good and bad.
Stiles basically crawled up the stairs to get to the upstairs bathroom. He swallowed hard as he crawled through the hall a little bit. He then got to his feet, letting out a shaky breath. Maybe he had a concussion..He was just so tired. And scared. He had no clue why he was scared. The whole shark thing was scary, yes. But why was he still so shaky?
Once he made it in there, he propped his weight up on the counter, using that to keep him up. He gulped and took a look at himself in the mirror. He blinked, his lips slightly parted as he panted. He was paler than usual..his somewhat sun kissed tan faded away.
He shook that off and opened the medicine cabinet, searching through it until he found some bandage. He wrapped it around his wound on his hand after putting some Neosporin on it. It burned like fuck, but that would keep it from getting infected.
He bunched his hand up into a fist, hissing lightly as he walked into his room. He shut his door and walked towards his bed, collapsing down onto it. He curled into his covers, kicking off his shoes. He pursed his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. His heart still hammering in his chest. His fingers curling into the softness of the blanket as he shifted to get comfortable. He thought maybe a good night sleep would fix everything. This had been a strange and tough day. A good nights rest would do the trick. He hoped.
To his surprise, Stiles had fallen asleep rather quickly. He had curled up into a tight ball, hugging his covers. While he slept, His heart beat calmed down a bit and his breathing regulated some. But he began to cough in his sleep. Choking on air it seemed.
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Stiles awoke to the sound and discomfort of his own coughing. His mouth was dry as fuck and it felt like his tongue was sandpaper. He forced himself to sit up, his head still pounded. He sighed deeply, standing up. He had his balance back. That was a start. He trudged downstairs to find that his father still wasn't home. He walked into the kitchen and stopped at the fridge. He opened the refrigerator door, quickly scanning for something to drink. Orange juice. Ew. No. Too sour. Vitamin water. Tried that. Tastes like shit. He finally found the milk. He grabbed the jug and unscrewed the top before taking huge gulps. It was satisfying for about at least a minute. Then it just made it worse. Stiles continued to cough. It was like he was fucking choking on air like last night. He grabbed a bottle of water. The label having said 'Fresh Spring Water'. Stiles put the milk back then unscrewed the small cap to the water bottle and began chugging it down.
Before he knew it, the bottle was empty. He was satisfied. For now that was. Once he had gotten dressed and got his things together, he was dying of thirst again. He was paler than last night. And he looked sick. He looked like shit and he felt like shit. Stiles had stopped at the store and searched for 'Fresh Spring Water' and bought about twenty bottles. He then drove to school. Having gone through two bottles on the way to school, Stiles tried his best to save them.
He parked his jeep in the parking lot, looking down at his hand. Still wrapped up. He had remembered that he forgot to wash the blood off of his hand. He'd get that when he had a free period. He wet his lips as he stuffed four water bottles into his bag, throwing the backpack over his back as he began to walk through the parking lot. He was sort of fidgety now. He had forgotten to take his Adderall again today. But he didn't think that was the case. That piece of coral did a damage on Stiles.
Stiles got plenty of unwanted stares as he made his way passed his pack and into the school. He let out a shaky breath as he kept his gaze straight forward. He gripped his backpack strap, propping it up so it wouldn't fall before he came to his first period class. The teacher, Mr. Walker who was here to replace Jennifer Blake, had just stared at him. The man furrowed his brows and cocked his head to the side as he focused his attention on Stiles. The students who were already in the classroom were goofing off and proceeding their normal daily routines.
"Mr. Stilinski..are you feeling alright?" He asked as he walked out from behind his desk, fixing his tie. The class glanced at the middle aged man before turning around to look back at Stiles. Most of them raised their eyebrows and some just looked worried. Even if they didn't know him or weren't friends with him, They had to admit: Something looked awfully wrong with Stiles. He looked as if he had a disease of some kind. He was paler than a ghost, he was shaky, and he looked distressed. He was sweating a little bit too.
Stiles sat down in his seat, slumping back in it slightly. He looked up at Mr. Walker as he spoke. He hesitated before nodding slightly. He gave a small cough then another groan before unzipping his backpack and pulling out a bottle of Fresh Spring Water, gulping it down. He set the half empty bottle down on his desk, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve. Everyone sat and watched as Stiles gulped the water down. They all looked a little shocked. Except for one of Stiles' classmates. Danny Mahealani. He looked a little distraught as well.
" 'M fine, Teach. Just a little headache." He gave a small smile as he let his head drop down on the desk in his arms. He covered his head with his arms, shifting slightly. He bit his lip, sniffling slightly.
"Stilinski, You look like you've been bleached and you just about downed that whole bottle of water in one go. But..if you say so." The man sighed as the bell ring, signalling class had begun. Students came piling into class, one after another. They all saw what the teacher was writing on the board and quieted down as requested. Each of them turning in their chair to see what was wrong with the usually overly hyper Stiles Stilinski.
Mr. Walker had written on the board 'Quiet down, Class. When you come in, take your seats and just read until I tell you todays lesson.' Usually he wouldn't be worried about Stiles. But..this time it was different. He looked almost dead.
All day Stiles mind drifted off to that dream that he had last night. Of his mother. It made him smile. But he hadn't had a dream about his mother for awhile. And what would possess Stiles to dream about his mother being a mermaid? He couldn't say that she didn't make a beautiful mermaid. Because without a doubt, She definitely did.
Stiles was use to everyone staring now. Every class period. Even lunch. Not that he really ate anything at lunch. He had walked out to his jeep about two times to get more water. He was down to only about..5 bottles now. As Stiles expected, Nobody came up to sit with him at lunch. Well..there was Danny. But he sat on the far side away from Stiles. As if he were going to catch a disease. Danny sat in silence as he ate, occasionally stealing glances at Stiles when he thought the other teen wasn't looking. But of course he was. Out of the corner of his eye, Each time he did so, Stiles could see the way Danny stared at him. Longing to do something. Like he knew he could do something to help.
By the time school was over, Stiles was out of water. And his mouth was dry as fuck. It was like he was trying to eat sand and dust. It didn't work out too good. He was starting to feel dizzy again. He stumbled down the steps of the school entrance, gripping the railing for support as his eyes darted around, studying the smallest of movements. Jackson noticed..His wolf was whining and growling at him: Snapping at him. He wanted to be around Stiles. Be around the rest of his pack. Jackson would never admit it, but Stiles was his favorite. He would always hide his laugh with a blank face when Stiles said a joke. And he loved it when Stiles played with his hair even though he would growl at him to stop, which he never did. But of course, he ignored the boy as he remembered his alpha's orders. He turned on his heel, following after Lydia who was talking about going to the mall later on today.
Stiles made it off of the stairs safely, coughing and sniffling repeatedly. He rubbed his eyes, leaning against the railing. He moaned and groaned as he forced himself to stay up. His mouth hanging open as he panted. Dear god, he sounded like a dog.
Danny Mahealani came darting out of school. He jogged down the steps, instantly finding Stiles next to the stairs. He walked towards him, digging around in his bag for something. After a moment of fishing around in there, He pulled out a bottle of Fresh Spring Water. He unscrewed the cap and handed the bottle to Stiles.
Stiles would have asked what was up with him and would have told him that he didn't need anything, but he most definitely did. It was obvious. He took the water with a small nod of 'thank you' before he just gulped down the water. The whole bottle this time. Some of it spilling down Stiles' chin. But he didn't care. He dropped the bottle, panting and breathing deeply after he finished off the water.
"Refreshing.." Stiles grinned as he stood up straight, stretching. He rubbed his eyes, looking around once more. He was studying everybody's movements again. The way they walked. The smallest flaw. Everything. His face dropped as another wave of discomfort washed over him.
"You need more water." Danny stated as he took Stiles by the arm. He tugged him along, biting his lip. He moved hurriedly towards Stiles' jeep, basically dragging the boy along. As if Stiles didn't know this himself.
"Yeah. I know. I can go get it on my own." He said as he stumbled to keep up with Danny. He just let him drag him towards his own jeep and stared at Danny like he was crazy once the teen had turned around, holding his hand out waiting.
"What?" Stiles looked at Danny then down at his awaiting hand.
"Give me your keys." Danny wriggled his fingers sliding, still waiting.
"Why?" Stiles asked as he furrowed his brows. He wasn't going to let just anybody drive his baby. No.
"You're getting too weak too fast. And if you drive, You'll kill us both. Chances are, you'll pass out before we even get there." Danny said as he took a step forward, standing face to face with him now. A little too close for Stiles' liking.
"Wha-I don't under-Where the hell are we going?" Stiles stumbled over his words as he leaned against his jeep, eyes closing slightly, barely open. He did feel weaker..
"To the lake. To get you into some fresh water. That'll stop you from going frail. You need it. Trust me. I've been through this before. And it's not fun, Prin-I mean, Stiles. I know. So, just trust me and hand over the keys. The faster we get there, the faster this'll be all over with." Danny explained as he avoided Stiles' gaze for a moment. He was about to say something, but Danny stopped himself. And Stiles didn't quite catch that. But he didn't question him though.
Stiles swallowed hard, his mouth starting to get dry once more. He listened to Danny and furrowed his brows. He didn't understand. Why must he go back to that damned lake where he almost drowned? Where he was sure he was going to be attacked by a shark.
"I know you'll think I'm insane-But I swear to you, There was something in that lake. I think it was a shark-I don't know. Okay?" He freaked, standing straight only to lose his balance completely. Danny being the awesome guy he is, reached forward as soon as Stiles stood up straight. He grabbed him by the arms, pulling him close. He slipped an arm around his waist and helped him into the passengers side. He climbed into the driver's side after, sighing.
"I don't think you're insane. I know." He nodded as Stiles hesitated before finally handing Danny his keys.
"Well, gee. Thanks." Stiles rolled his eyes as Danny began to drive. Danny pulled out of the parking lot and began their drive towards the lake entrance. He had noticed everything. The stares and even heard the small annoying whispers of other students commenting about Stiles and Danny's actions. But he was unaware of a certain pair of red eyes that glared at him from behind as he sped off towards his and Stiles' destination. A man dressed in a leather jacket, black shirt,black skinny jeans, and black boots stepped out from his hiding place, which was out in the open really, and growled low in his throat, arms crossed over his chest.
Where was this guy taking his human?
"Derek!" The blonde waved, smiling happily as she made her way through the parking lot, towards the big oak tree that he was standing by.
...
"How..how did you know..how do you know about the lake? And how did..you know that I was there?" Stiles asked, his sentences shortened since he was running out of breath again. Heart racing once more.
"Because I visit the place quite often." He answered as he drove a little faster, glancing over at Stiles to see how he was doing so far. "Because I was there." He said as he gripped the steering wheel tight.
Stiles was shocked. But he didn't think..Maybe Danny was the one who cleaned the lake up? And if Danny was there..where was he? Too many questions to have formed in just one day..
They soon arrived at the lake, Danny parking the jeep closer to the lake than Stiles had. Stiles was curled up in his seat, moaning as he let his head loll from side to side lazily, his mouth gone completely dry now.
Danny slid out of the jeep and walked over to the passengers side, helping Stiles out of the car. He lifted him up, carrying him bridal style towards the lake. Stiles was too tired to protest. He didn't care right now.
Danny settled Stiles down in the grass. He tugged off Stiles top, having to do all of the work. Stiles nearly limp body propped up against his. He worked on his jeans next.
"Hey..hey..take me on a date first." He gave a small grin, chuckling softly. He coughed harshly, shivering slightly as the cold air hit his skin. He was left in his boxers now.
Danny snorted. "Yeah. Whatever floats your boat, Prince." He scoffed as he worked on his clothes next. He then picked Stiles back up, carrying him towards the lake once more. Now Stiles caught that.
"Prince?" Stiles questioned quietly, barely audible. Danny ignored that and shivered slightly as he slowly climbed into the water, bracing himself for what came next. Shit the water was freezing.
"Holy-" Stiles breath hitched as the cold water came in contact with his skin. He clung to Danny, arms wrapped around his neck. He shivered, teeth chattering slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut as his legs began to feel all tingly. He buried his face into the crook of Danny's neck as the teen kicked his legs slightly to keep them afloat in the water.
"What's..?" Stiles asked as he looked down in the water. His legs visible, but they tingled still. Tickled sort of.
"Tickles don't it?" Danny grinned as he watched Stiles' legs. Danny reached forward, running his fingers over Stiles' smooth hairless legs,the feeling of smooth disappearing slowly.
"Just a little.." Stiles murmured as he watched Danny's actions. He let out a small yelp as his legs became sensitive to Danny's touch. And the other boy instantly jerked his hand back.
Stiles wasn't ready for what happened next. Danny just let go. Letting Stiles drop down into the water. Stiles took in the water, choking slightly. He reached up, trying to grab at Danny's leg. But there was nothing. It took him a moment to realize..he wasn't choking. This was another dream? Stiles' legs proceeded on with the tingling. It was so intense that Stiles was actually squirming around in the water. He pressed his legs together tightly, hoping that that would stop the weird sensation. Then he felt something..weird on his neck. He reached up, feeling over the small slits that fluttered open slightly then shut.
Stiles was freaking out. What the fuck was happening to his legs? He whined slightly as he heard a small chuckle. It took awhile for the tingling to stop. To the teen, he thought it was forever. But truth be told it was only about thirty minutes tops. He whined softly, finally opening his eyes. He looked down at his legs after seeing that he couldn't pull them apart. He looked down to find that he didn't have a pair of legs, but a tail instead. A dark red tail, scales covering it. He looked down at his tail, lips slightly parted. He felt fine now. The bandage wrapped around his hand was now soaked and ruined.
His mother's tail was a bright beautiful red. It had sparkled a bit when the sun hit it creating a beautiful sight. His..the only difference was that it was a darker shade of red.
Stiles took a moment to process what was going on before he tried to move-swim! But he couldn't. He soon became frustrated with himself. He groaned, looking around as he heard more chuckling.
"Use your hips. Your hips, Prince." Danny chuckled as he swam by, enjoying the scene before him. Danny had a gorgeous tail. Light green, covered in scales as well. His tanned toned torso fitting the body perfectly. He watched Stiles try and try before he finally succeeded. Stiles gave a shrill of excitement, grinning widely to himself as he got the hang of this. Danny watched as the petite boy swam around happily, not even affected about the fact that instead of legs, He had a tail and that he grew gills on the sides of his neck.
"You're not as freaked out as I thought you were going to be." He commented as he swam around Stiles. This one was different. Out of all of the newcomers to have gone through this in awhile, Stiles was the most calm and collected. Well, he was the Queens son indeed. That's who he was told he was most like, after all.